Fenris
06-19-07, 09:22 PM
((closed to Kryos))
Fihrinn snarled fiercely against the steel muzzle as the paladins threw open the doors of St. Denebriel's. They yanked hard on the chains, dragging him hogtied down the carpeted aisle. His lips were drawn up in an enraged scowl, and though he couldn't open his mouth, he cursed them every way he knew in his mind.
At the end of the aisle, the paladins fastened the chains to several pews and parted. He rolled into a sitting position as best he could with his wrists cuffed to his ankles. From behind the altar, a tall, spindly man draped in cardinal's robes appeared, stalking toward the prisoner with his nose held high.
"So. You are the Dark Wolf of whom I've heard so much." He peered down at his hostage, then huffed and looked away. "Pathetic excuse for an aberration." He seemed to think for a moment before turning back. "You have quite the record of violence against our paladins, you know. I'd started to think you despised the Church." He smiled. "Delicious, then, that you'll soon be in our employ."
Fihrinn's muscles tensed. Not before you rot in hell.
With vampiric grace, the cardinal stepped to the altar. "Of course, I don't expect you to work for nothing. You never do. So, I've gotten some gifts for you." He turned, and in his left hand, held up a simple gold bracelet.
The wolf snarled viciously. Touch me and I'll tear your throat out, bastard!
The cardinal stalked closer, a predator's sneer crossing his face.
"Any man has his price, correct?" With surprising speed, he snapped the bracelet's clasp over Fihrinn's arm.
The captured spy's back arched farther than most would think possible, and he roared like all of hell into the muzzle. The fur around the bracelet withered and charred, and his body started to convulse as the muffled roars of pain came again and again.
The cardinal seized the bracelet, his hand like a snake's strike. The convulsions stopped, and Fihrinn collapsed against the cathedral floor.
"But, I don't suppose even that will sway you," the cardinal said, dripping with mock lament. "Fortunately, men of my office always know where to find leverage."
A side door opened, and Fihrinn heard heavy footsteps enter the room. With a deep breath, he pulled himself up again, and froze.
Four paladins carried a large cage with golden bars. Inside trembled a Modadh-Duine.
"A hunter caught it in the Axe," the cardinal said casually. "Young male. Very nice fur. He almost skinned it, but the local priest advised him to send it to us." He turned that predatorial sneer again to his captive. "How fortuitous."
Fihrinn snarled fiercely against the steel muzzle as the paladins threw open the doors of St. Denebriel's. They yanked hard on the chains, dragging him hogtied down the carpeted aisle. His lips were drawn up in an enraged scowl, and though he couldn't open his mouth, he cursed them every way he knew in his mind.
At the end of the aisle, the paladins fastened the chains to several pews and parted. He rolled into a sitting position as best he could with his wrists cuffed to his ankles. From behind the altar, a tall, spindly man draped in cardinal's robes appeared, stalking toward the prisoner with his nose held high.
"So. You are the Dark Wolf of whom I've heard so much." He peered down at his hostage, then huffed and looked away. "Pathetic excuse for an aberration." He seemed to think for a moment before turning back. "You have quite the record of violence against our paladins, you know. I'd started to think you despised the Church." He smiled. "Delicious, then, that you'll soon be in our employ."
Fihrinn's muscles tensed. Not before you rot in hell.
With vampiric grace, the cardinal stepped to the altar. "Of course, I don't expect you to work for nothing. You never do. So, I've gotten some gifts for you." He turned, and in his left hand, held up a simple gold bracelet.
The wolf snarled viciously. Touch me and I'll tear your throat out, bastard!
The cardinal stalked closer, a predator's sneer crossing his face.
"Any man has his price, correct?" With surprising speed, he snapped the bracelet's clasp over Fihrinn's arm.
The captured spy's back arched farther than most would think possible, and he roared like all of hell into the muzzle. The fur around the bracelet withered and charred, and his body started to convulse as the muffled roars of pain came again and again.
The cardinal seized the bracelet, his hand like a snake's strike. The convulsions stopped, and Fihrinn collapsed against the cathedral floor.
"But, I don't suppose even that will sway you," the cardinal said, dripping with mock lament. "Fortunately, men of my office always know where to find leverage."
A side door opened, and Fihrinn heard heavy footsteps enter the room. With a deep breath, he pulled himself up again, and froze.
Four paladins carried a large cage with golden bars. Inside trembled a Modadh-Duine.
"A hunter caught it in the Axe," the cardinal said casually. "Young male. Very nice fur. He almost skinned it, but the local priest advised him to send it to us." He turned that predatorial sneer again to his captive. "How fortuitous."